It's In Blood

I Suppose

Breaking Jars

I'm No Good

As The Prodigal Son



And I Know That You're Mesmerized

You Had A Vision, Made These Laws

And Sanitized, Are We Above Desires

I Miss Him So



You Are So Fucked

It Has Begun

Revolution Crawls

All Over You

I Was Listening



You Light Up The Sky

And Scrape Out Your Skull

Your Lovely Face

Will Never Be Claimed Thrice



And We're So Unlikely To

Upon My Wrists I Bear The Cross

My Losses Mount As I Climb Across The Home

Of My Own Soul



I'll Claim My Prize

I Don't Exist

I Am Divine

A Ghost With Eyes




[Billy: Yeah, Vietnam.]

[James: You Headin' To Vietnam?]

[Unknown: Yes, I Need To Be At The Co-op.]

[Unknown: Thanks Dude.]

[Jimmy: I'm Jungle-drummed Out, Man.]